Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relive my languish, and restore the light.

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relive my languish, and restore the light.

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.

“Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.”

Bound, elbow to elbow, darkness and night entered the dwelling.

And in that foggy place between sleep and waking, he could have been anyone. That was what she liked most about him: In the darkness, he became whomever she wanted.